Five Years

Maverick

I know it's not right to want her as much as I do. In fact, it makes absolutely no sense. Our relationship is strictly professional and I get that. She's my therapist, for Christ's sake; but I can't help but think she's everything I've ever needed. She says the way she treats me is part of her job and nothing more. She said my response is the result of transference , but hell – the only thing I want to transfer to Amaris Flowers is the unbridled brunt of my passion until she's screaming my name, over and over. Her Code of Ethics dictates that she can't engage me for five years.

That's fine with me.

I'll wait.

Amaris

The minute Maverick Dangerfield walks into my office, I can immediately assess his energy: he's cocky and grandiose – used to getting just what he wants, when he wants. He's also sexy as hell, and it's not long before I find myself pulling on every part of my clinical training to ignore the things he's projecting. When he walks into our session and announces that he's quitting therapy, I'm shocked.

And relieved.

But when he reveals that he's only ending because he plans to wait out the five years, I know that trouble is on the horizon. Like I said: this man is used to getting what he wants, and I have a feeling that by the time five years is up, he's going to get it.

READER ALERT

This story contains language and extremely passionate and descriptive sex scenes. Not suitable for readers under the age of 18 years or those who many be offended by somewhat graphic descriptions of sexual encounters.

This story also contains mental-health related subject matter, which may trigger some readers.

Brooklyn's characters exhibit real emotions and desires, and though she is their creator, she is also very sensitive to their needs and wants, and works in partnership with them to create their unique HEAs.